By seven the next morning, Denise had already placed agents near Lake Mercer.<\/p>\n
I knew because she called before I had finished my first cup of coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re not waiting until noon,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Richard is already in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think his message was written by someone who expected trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood at my kitchen window watching rain gather against the glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you find him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis car?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOff.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was worse than disconnected.<\/p>\n
Richard had spent enough years hiding to know how to disappear.<\/p>\n
The question was whether he had done it voluntarily.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDenise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan, the lake is potentially connected to evidence Richard concealed for twenty years. We don\u2019t know who else may know the location.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know the location better than any of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have maps.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have maps of Lake Mercer. You don\u2019t have a map of my childhood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then she asked, \u201cWhat exactly does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur father didn\u2019t fish from the public dock.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did he go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was an old service road on the north side. It led to a narrow inlet behind an abandoned bait shop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise was quiet again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat information would have been useful yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t ask where Dad taught us to fish.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
An hour later, Robert picked me up.<\/p>\n
Sam was in the front passenger seat.<\/p>\n
I stopped beside the vehicle.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked back.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe insisted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he can insist from another car.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan, Richard is my problem too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Richard is my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he helped me disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cI would very much like to reach the lake sometime this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
I got in.<\/p>\n
Sam said nothing during the drive.<\/p>\n
Neither did I.<\/p>\n
Rain softened the highway into gray streaks. The farther north we traveled, the more familiar the landscape became. Strip malls disappeared. Pines crowded the road. Small houses sat behind wet lawns.<\/p>\n
Lake Mercer had once felt enormous to me.<\/p>\n
When Richard and I were children, our father woke us before sunrise, packed sandwiches in wax paper, and drove us there in an old green truck that smelled of gasoline and tobacco.<\/p>\n
Richard hated worms.<\/p>\n
I hated removing fish from hooks.<\/p>\n
Our father pretended not to notice either weakness.<\/p>\n
He believed children improved through inconvenience.<\/p>\n
The main entrance to the lake had changed.<\/p>\n
A paved parking lot replaced the gravel clearing. There were picnic tables, signs about invasive species, and a new wooden dock.<\/p>\n
Agents waited there.<\/p>\n
Denise walked toward us.<\/p>\n
\u201cShow me the inlet.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove another mile along the main road before I recognized a bend.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert slowed.<\/p>\n
A narrow opening in the trees was nearly hidden behind brush.<\/p>\n
The old service road remained.<\/p>\n
Barely.<\/p>\n
Two SUVs could not fit, so we continued on foot.<\/p>\n
The rain had thinned to mist.<\/p>\n
Branches brushed my coat.<\/p>\n
The ground sucked at my shoes.<\/p>\n
Sam walked several paces behind me.<\/p>\n
I could feel his presence without looking.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat tree used to have a tire swing,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t speaking to anyone in particular.<\/p>\n
Memory kept rising from the landscape.<\/p>\n
A boulder where Richard once split his knee.<\/p>\n
A ditch where our father got the truck stuck.<\/p>\n
The hill where I claimed to see a bear and made Richard run half a mile before admitting it was a stump.<\/p>\n
Then we reached the inlet.<\/p>\n
The bait shop had collapsed.<\/p>\n
Only one wall remained upright.<\/p>\n
The water beyond it was dark and still.<\/p>\n
Robert scanned the area.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere would Richard hide something?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he meant Dad taught us to fish, not just Lake Mercer, there\u2019s only one place.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked toward the water.<\/p>\n
Our father had kept a rusted metal tackle box beneath loose boards in a tiny storage shed. The shed was gone, but part of its concrete foundation remained.<\/p>\n
I knelt.<\/p>\n
There were four large stones near the edge.<\/p>\n
Three were natural.<\/p>\n
One looked wrong.<\/p>\n
Too square.<\/p>\n
I pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert stopped me before I touched it.<\/p>\n
An agent photographed the area, then lifted the stone with gloves.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was a plastic container wrapped in black tape.<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
The agent opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside were two sealed bags.<\/p>\n
One contained a thick handwritten ledger.<\/p>\n
The other contained photographs, old floppy disks, and several envelopes.<\/p>\n
Denise exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s our contingency.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam stared at the ledger.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sealed the box for transport.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where is Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one had an answer.<\/p>\n
One of the agents called from the collapsed bait shop.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have blood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything inside me tightened.<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
A dark smear marked one broken board.<\/p>\n
Not much.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cFresh?\u201d Denise asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely within twenty-four hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked toward it.<\/p>\n
Robert stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat could be my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know because I have a brother too.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced me.<\/p>\n
The agents spread out.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, someone found tire impressions deeper in the mud.<\/p>\n
Two vehicles.<\/p>\n
One had arrived recently.<\/p>\n
The second had left in a hurry.<\/p>\n
Then they found Richard\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n
It had been smashed beneath a rock.<\/p>\n
Denise picked up one fragment.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was deliberate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Richard have done it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould he?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know him better.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the shattered phone.<\/p>\n
Richard could be cautious.<\/p>\n
He could be secretive.<\/p>\n
He could run.<\/p>\n
But he was sentimental about objects in ways he pretended not to be.<\/p>\n
He once carried the same pocketknife for thirty years because our father gave it to him.<\/p>\n
Destroying his phone seemed wrong.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam moved toward the waterline.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are tracks here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Agents followed.<\/p>\n
A partial shoe print descended toward the shore.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Then scuffed mud.<\/p>\n
A struggle.<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid someone put him in a boat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
A small aluminum fishing boat was missing from a nearby rack.<\/p>\n
The owner arrived after agents contacted him.<\/p>\n
He swore it had been chained.<\/p>\n
The chain had been cut.<\/p>\n
Denise organized a search of the water and shoreline.<\/p>\n
I stood beneath a pine while rain collected on my hair.<\/p>\n
Sam approached cautiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not look at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor which thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know he\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone keeps speaking as though we\u2019re already preparing ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he is alive, I want to be angry at him while he is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he is dead, I don\u2019t want anyone telling me his secrets killed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were his choices.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cYours too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
For once, he did not defend himself.<\/p>\n
That almost hurt more.<\/p>\n
Around ten-thirty, Robert called us back toward the foundation.<\/p>\n
They had opened one envelope from the cache.<\/p>\n
Inside were photocopies of checks.<\/p>\n
Hundreds of thousands of dollars had moved through shell companies.<\/p>\n
One name appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
CALDER DEVELOPMENT GROUP.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that our Calder?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely,\u201d Denise said.<\/p>\n
\u201cReal company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owned it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam studied the check copies.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed to a signature.<\/p>\n
E.C.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise turned to another document.<\/p>\n
A corporate filing.<\/p>\n
The registered agent was Leonard Thompson.<\/p>\n
Another name appeared under beneficial interest.<\/p>\n
Elias Calder.<\/p>\n
Robert looked at Denise.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have a real identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think alias?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery possibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin never used a first name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never saw this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the ledger.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he kept it hidden for twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise closed the evidence bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich means Richard had leverage the entire time.\u201d<\/p>\n
That bothered me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he had leverage, why live afraid?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause leverage only works if the other side believes you\u2019ll use it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard had never been good at decisive threats.<\/p>\n
He complained.<\/p>\n
He maneuvered.<\/p>\n
He rationalized.<\/p>\n
But committing himself to a point of no return frightened him.<\/p>\n
Maybe Calder knew that.<\/p>\n
One of the search agents returned quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found the boat.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knees weakened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cQuarter mile east, against reeds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We followed to the shoreline.<\/p>\n
The boat had drifted into shallow water.<\/p>\n
There was blood on one bench.<\/p>\n
More than at the bait shop.<\/p>\n
A torn piece of blue fabric caught on a bolt.<\/p>\n
I recognized it.<\/p>\n
Richard owned a blue canvas jacket.<\/p>\n
He had worn it in pictures he sent me two winters earlier.<\/p>\n
I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
Sam stepped toward me.<\/p>\n
I raised one hand.<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
Denise looked inside the boat.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo body.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s supposed to comfort me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means we don\u2019t assume the worst.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what do you assume?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat someone was injured.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd taken where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to determine that.\u201d<\/p>\n
The search expanded.<\/p>\n
Divers arrived.<\/p>\n
Dogs worked the shoreline.<\/p>\n
By noon, Richard had not called.<\/p>\n
His contingency had activated exactly as he expected.<\/p>\n
I stared at my phone at 12:01.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
At 12:05, Denise approached with another envelope from the cache.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one is addressed to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My name was written in Richard\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
SUE.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a letter dated three weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
He had expected me to read it only if things went wrong.<\/p>\n
Sue,<\/p>\n
If you have this, I probably ran out of ways to pretend the past had finished with us.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
My hands shook.<\/p>\n
Richard admitted everything Sam had already revealed.<\/p>\n
He described taking Delaney money.<\/p>\n
Helping Sam leave.<\/p>\n
Lying to me.<\/p>\n
But then he wrote something new.<\/p>\n
Calder had approached him six years ago.<\/p>\n
The same year Richard supposedly moved to Florida.<\/p>\n
Calder wanted the ledger.<\/p>\n
Richard refused.<\/p>\n
After that, Richard left Michigan permanently.<\/p>\n
He had not drifted from me.<\/p>\n
He had deliberately reduced contact so nobody could use me to find him.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed from anger.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Another man protecting me by removing my right to understand my own life.<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
If Calder finds out Jared opened Leonard\u2019s files, he will clean up everyone connected to them.<\/p>\n
Not frighten.<\/p>\n
Not negotiate.<\/p>\n
Clean up.<\/p>\n
That phrase made my stomach turn.<\/p>\n
Richard wrote that Martin had spent years insulating Calder from direct exposure.<\/p>\n
Leonard had done the same through legal entities.<\/p>\n
Now Leonard was dead.<\/p>\n
Martin was compromised.<\/p>\n
Jared had reopened old files.<\/p>\n
Sam had returned.<\/p>\n
The structure protecting Calder was collapsing.<\/p>\n
Then came the sentence that mattered most.<\/p>\n
Calder is not a stranger to you.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
I read it again.<\/p>\n
Calder is not a stranger to you.<\/p>\n
Below it:<\/p>\n
Ask Sam what happened at your father\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
Sam had been watching my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I held out the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard says I know Calder.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam read.<\/p>\n
Then his expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened at my father\u2019s funeral?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cSam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a man.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat man?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father knew hundreds of people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one didn\u2019t sign the guest book.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam looked toward the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought he was one of Richard\u2019s business contacts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe spoke with Richard outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey argued.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t think it mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost screamed.<\/p>\n
Twenty years of my life had been built on men deciding what mattered.<\/p>\n
Denise asked, \u201cCan you describe him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam did.<\/p>\n
Tall.<\/p>\n
Gray at the temples even then.<\/p>\n
A scar beneath his left ear.<\/p>\n
Expensive coat.<\/p>\n
Heavy gold watch.<\/p>\n
Robert began searching records.<\/p>\n
An agent brought over one of the old photographs from Richard\u2019s cache.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are several unidentified people here.\u201d<\/p>\n
We spread them across a folding table.<\/p>\n
Company dinners.<\/p>\n
Construction sites.<\/p>\n
Golf outings.<\/p>\n
Political fundraisers.<\/p>\n
Then I saw him.<\/p>\n
Not because I recognized his face immediately.<\/p>\n
Because I recognized the watch.<\/p>\n
My father had hated flashy jewelry.<\/p>\n
At his funeral, I remembered a man standing near the cemetery gate with an oversized gold watch catching the sun.<\/p>\n
At the time, I assumed he was someone from Richard\u2019s business.<\/p>\n
I pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHim.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise took the photo.<\/p>\n
The man stood beside Martin Vale.<\/p>\n
On the back, Richard had written:<\/p>\n
E.C. \/ Calder \/ 1998.<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
Robert returned with a tablet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found Elias Calder.\u201d<\/p>\n
The screen showed an old corporate photograph.<\/p>\n
Same man.<\/p>\n
Older now.<\/p>\n
Scar beneath the ear.<\/p>\n
Gold watch.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert scrolled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOfficially?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRetired. Residence in Hilton Head, South Carolina.\u201d<\/p>\n
Georgia and South Carolina.<\/p>\n
Close.<\/p>\n
Richard had been near Savannah.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was near Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Everyone froze.<\/p>\n
Denise gestured for me to answer on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Breathing.<\/p>\n
Then Richard\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
Weak.<\/p>\n
\u201cSue.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise signaled agents.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you see anything?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cDark room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Richard whispered one word.<\/p>\n
\u201cCalder.\u201d<\/p>\n
A second voice came onto the line.<\/p>\n
Smooth.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Miller.\u201d<\/p>\n
My entire body went cold.<\/p>\n
I recognized the voice.<\/p>\n
Not from childhood.<\/p>\n
Not from my father\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
From three years earlier.<\/p>\n
A man had called me after my furnace broke, claiming to represent a local assistance program.<\/p>\n
He had asked questions about my finances.<\/p>\n
My household.<\/p>\n
Whether anyone lived with me.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten the call.<\/p>\n
Until that moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cElias.\u201d<\/p>\n
He chuckled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Richard finally gave you a name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet him go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBring me what he took.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt belongs to federal investigators now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
That was information he had not expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard cried out in the background.<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Calder\u2019s voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have until sunset to recover it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen your brother pays for your cooperation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been hiding for twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Mrs. Miller.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice became almost pleasant.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been living very comfortably.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
I lowered the phone.<\/p>\n
Denise immediately began giving orders.<\/p>\n
They had traced only part of the connection.<\/p>\n
But it was enough to narrow a region.<\/p>\n
Robert looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did well.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Richard\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave Calder exactly what he needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe now knows the ledger is out of his reach.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise understood before Robert did.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat changes Richard\u2019s value.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
As leverage, my brother mattered.<\/p>\n
As a source who had already surrendered his evidence, he became a liability.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the lake where Richard had hidden the truth for twenty years.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have until sunset,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Denise shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have less.\u201d<\/p>\n
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